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Yonkers lyrics : "Tyler The Creator"

I'm a f-ckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a $#&@in' triceratops, reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars

Wearin' synthetic wigs made of anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a muthaf-ckin' flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta pissy n-gga fishbone

This n-gga jasper tryna get grown
About five-seven of his (*##$es in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sin and %#@!

While syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
Syd, shut the $#&@ up
Here's the number to my therapist

Tell him all your problems, he's f-ckin' awesome with listenin'

Wolf haley, golf wang


Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit (*##$in', this isn't a f-ckin' hotline

For a f-ckin' shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not f-ckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine @@#!s that @@#! nines
This ain't no v tech %#@! or columbine
But after bowlin', I went home to some damn adventure time

(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink xanies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that $#&@in' broad will never understand me

I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some marvin
(What you think of hayley williams?)
F-ck her, wolf haley robbin' 'em

I'll crash that f-ckin' airplane at that !@$)got n-gga b.o.b is in
And stab bruno mars in his !@#$ esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in

I'm an over achiever, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders
And pick up stevie wonder to be the wide receiver
Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers

All I want, f-ck money, diamonds and (*##$es, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at, I got somethin' to feed 'em
In some cookin' books the black kids never wanted to read 'em

Snap back, green ch-ch-chia f-ckin' leaves
It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't permed her $#&@in' weave, damn

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